There's nothing like having a good spiritual conversation with yourself on the train (?...it happens) and then walking home on a brilliantly sunny day to almost be accosted by mormons. Accosted may be a strong word perhaps...and to be ALMOST accosted...well...
I'm just not much for minding my own business and then seeing a couple clean cut missionaries in black with those little pocket things coming down the same side of the street, and no way to escape. (I'm pretty sure they weer mormons as opposed to the jehovah's witnesses)
So, I'm trying to wipe the smears off my glasses and trying to get past them by going on the grass as they are taking up the sidewalk, when they say "hi, we're missionaries and" "I'm busy right now, sorry" Still walking and trying to avoid their "you're not one of us we must save you" vibe. "Can we just give you one of these cards? " "I'm in a hurry right now..." "Have a nice day then."
At least they were polite...but the whole thing just was icky. Trying to lure me back to talk to them back getting me to take a card.
This after having a nice relaxing afternoon, getting my head covered in plaster.
Bah.
It just makes me realize just how much these guys are like salesmen - not that they are "selling" anything, per se, but their attitude and tactics are similar. It's like having a live telemarketing call on your own street. And, I don't like ANYONE trying to sell me something I don't want, I don't care who you are. I'm someone who knows when I don't want something, and if I do want something then it's usually pretty clear that I do. I don't need people selling me motorized sporks, viagra, hamster cannons, pills that will enlarge my...penis? or even salvation.
I know the missionaroes are just doing they job because they believe in it, but I've never much liked or gotten the idea of conversion. I don't agree that just because you don't view Christ or Allah or whatever name you put to god in the same manner as someone else that you need to be converted. There is spiritual truth of some kind in all religions, even with the hari krishnas. What I don't like is being made to wear an uncomfortable hat that wasn't made for me and doesn't fit me.
Sure, there are some people who could benefit from religious conversion, if that's the method they need to learn, but on the whole I don't like the preachiness of the game. I'm one of the "live by the example" rather than "beat others incessantly over the head with the example" sort.
After all, spirituality is a very personal thing. Sure, you can go to the church or temple of your choice and openly worship and talk about this and that with other people of similar beliefs, but the road you walk and the way you walk it is still yours.
Argh. I'm ranting.
I want to go back to my head being under a nice warm coating of rubbery face cast material and plaster. Plaster= inner peace.
I'm just not much for minding my own business and then seeing a couple clean cut missionaries in black with those little pocket things coming down the same side of the street, and no way to escape. (I'm pretty sure they weer mormons as opposed to the jehovah's witnesses)
So, I'm trying to wipe the smears off my glasses and trying to get past them by going on the grass as they are taking up the sidewalk, when they say "hi, we're missionaries and" "I'm busy right now, sorry" Still walking and trying to avoid their "you're not one of us we must save you" vibe. "Can we just give you one of these cards? " "I'm in a hurry right now..." "Have a nice day then."
At least they were polite...but the whole thing just was icky. Trying to lure me back to talk to them back getting me to take a card.
This after having a nice relaxing afternoon, getting my head covered in plaster.
Bah.
It just makes me realize just how much these guys are like salesmen - not that they are "selling" anything, per se, but their attitude and tactics are similar. It's like having a live telemarketing call on your own street. And, I don't like ANYONE trying to sell me something I don't want, I don't care who you are. I'm someone who knows when I don't want something, and if I do want something then it's usually pretty clear that I do. I don't need people selling me motorized sporks, viagra, hamster cannons, pills that will enlarge my...penis? or even salvation.
I know the missionaroes are just doing they job because they believe in it, but I've never much liked or gotten the idea of conversion. I don't agree that just because you don't view Christ or Allah or whatever name you put to god in the same manner as someone else that you need to be converted. There is spiritual truth of some kind in all religions, even with the hari krishnas. What I don't like is being made to wear an uncomfortable hat that wasn't made for me and doesn't fit me.
Sure, there are some people who could benefit from religious conversion, if that's the method they need to learn, but on the whole I don't like the preachiness of the game. I'm one of the "live by the example" rather than "beat others incessantly over the head with the example" sort.
After all, spirituality is a very personal thing. Sure, you can go to the church or temple of your choice and openly worship and talk about this and that with other people of similar beliefs, but the road you walk and the way you walk it is still yours.
Argh. I'm ranting.
I want to go back to my head being under a nice warm coating of rubbery face cast material and plaster. Plaster= inner peace.
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